A weak wind all around.
Watching love sit
with a cold heart.
The teachers sat talking,
swollen with pride.
Same as yesterday,
and the day before.
They’ve all passed
anyway, they said.
One night, half my life
lay next to me.
And through
the great darkness,
truth in a glance appeared.
To captivate the
strong and honest.
And a much fitter world.
A Wandering Poet 